Sometimes I can hear
tempests' wails unfold in words...

Effulgence
spawns on the transparent pons...

This town is a poem
These roads are eloquent...

It seems all these strangers know me.
Maybe this is only a dream...

I dream of you
in jazz...

In the even scales
of fangs there are no mercy...

The word was:
"The brotherhood of good...

The bright blade of truth
I draw from the sword sheath of...

When you learn the truth
you would wonder why you did...

The respite is shortening
like my hair in the barber shop...

Like all the whites and pinks tailing
your heir...

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